This happened to my dad a few years ago while driving through Georgia. He used to drive from Indiana to Florida every Fall and come back in the Spring. And he didn’t take the highway, either. He took US 27, which like I-75, goes from Michigan to Florida, except it’s more scenic. My dad has always been a vagabond, and he enjoyed the drive to and from more so than the time spent there. Maybe, he did a lot of partying there, so maybe not.
If I had to guess, I’d say this happened 15 to 20 years ago. He was driving through Georgia and while on a stretch of road that went through the country, he came upon a bar. There was a long driveway to it, as it sat way off the road, and there was a sign for it near the road that said Charlie Daniels was playing there that night. He went to the bar, found out it was only a couple dollars to get in for the show, and he sat there and drank until the show later in the evening.
A year later he was driving through, recognized his surroundings, and kept an eye out, but as he got close, he discovered the bar wasn’t there. Not only was it not there, the driveway wasn’t there, the sign wasn’t there, and he said it looked as if nothing had ever been there. The grass was all grown up and there were a bunch of trees where the bar should’ve been.
Confused, he drove down the road and saw a gas station, so he stopped to get gas. When he went in he saw the employee there and a police officer hanging out. He asked the employee if the bar down the road had gone out of business and she asked what bar. He told her of his last trip there and seeing Charlie Daniels play in the bar. She said there has never been a bar there, and the officer told him not only was there never a bar there, it was a dry county.
Dad said the officer looked at him as if he were on some kind of drugs, so dad left and went back by there to have another look. He knew it was the right spot, but still to this day can’t come to terms with it not being there.










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